Bishop Savalis awoke from his sleep, his eyes still dark.

It must be early!

As he got older, he didn't sleep very well, even as a regional bishop of the Radiant Church.

Even as a transcendent, he was old enough, and there were so many things he had to do that he would wake up around three or four in the morning every day.

With his rough palms touching his wrinkled forehead, Bishop Savallis awoke from his stupor, slowly got up from the solid plank bed, landed his feet on his shoes, and the next moment he stared up in amazement.

There was another person in this dark room, and he heard another breath other than himself, and although his old eyes were dizzy, he could not see clearly, but he saw the silhouette of the man with the help of the moonlight that had crept into the room through the gap between the curtains.

"Huh, awake?"

The figure sitting in the chair suddenly chuckled, which frightened Bishop Savallis, causing him to frown, and exclaimed, "Who are you?"

Bishop Savalis snapped his fingers at the sight of the figure, and the candle in the room was lit up, and he raised his eyebrows, and he could see the man's face in the light of the fire.

His brown hair was curly and messy like a chicken's nest, his patched fur jacket was old and ill-fitting, his skin was dark, and his face was freckled.

The young man had an inexplicable smile at this time, but judging from the hand he had just had, he should not have much hostility towards him, otherwise he would have died by now.

"Who are you?" asked Bishop Savallis, again.

"I need to confirm the ...... again just to be on the safe side"

Instead of answering Bishop Savallis's question right away, the young man smiled and asked, "Are you Bishop Randolph Savallis?"

"Yes!" Bishop Savallis nodded, his eyes narrowing, "and then? What do you want to do?"

"That's good!"

The young man smiled, and then Bishop Savallis saw him fumble with the brass ring on his index finger, and a strange figure appeared before him.

A pair of dragon horns as black as ink stood upright, smiling at the corners of their mouths, but with an inexplicable evil aura, their bright yellow vertical pupils emitting a faint glow in the dimly lit room, allowing Bishop Savallis to see his face clearly.

Bishop Savallis' eyes widened, his withered hands suddenly clenched, and a cool air flowed backwards down his back, straight towards the Heavenly Spirit Gai, even if he didn't need to [Identify Camp], he seemed to be able to see the red light blooming on the person in front of him.

After seeing the old man's reaction, the black dragon introduced himself with a smile: "Introduce yourself, I am Cervantes Doig Screaming Wind!"

As soon as the words fell, Cervantes saw that the bishop of the region was visibly relieved, "It turned out to be His Excellency the Grand Duke......

After breathing a sigh of relief, Bishop Savallis reacted and asked in surprise, "Why did His Excellency the Grand Duke come to me at such a time?"

Although it is not the third watch in the middle of the night, if it is not bright today, you can know from the moonlight through the gap in the curtain that the moon is still hanging high in the sky.

Sneak into him at such a time......

"After all, I'm here to lurk and look for clues, the Plague Church may have infiltrated the upper echelons of the Mor Business Federation, and if I'm not careful, I may be besieged. Cervantes shook his head and chuckled, "Besides, I have inquired, and many people in the city know that you get up at about three or four o'clock in the morning to pray, and it is best to come to you at such a time for safety." ”

Bishop Savallis bowed slightly, which was reasonable.

After laughing for a while, Cervantes smiled and said straight to the point: "Your Majesty the King of Light must have already told you, right?

"Count Clede......"

Bishop Savallis took a breath, and his brows furrowed slightly again after he had just relaxed, "This generation of Count Cliffe is a 'bold' person, with a considerable sense of initiative, but due to some experiences as a child, he is also a rather pompous person, and after that, ......"

"Oh, by the way, Count Cliffe is in the grain business, which is one of the reasons why the Clip family has been able to enter the decision-making level with the title of 'Earl'. ”

"If you need any other information, you may need time to prepare......"

"No!" Cervantes smiled slightly, "and that's enough." ”

Then he stood up, "Thank you, Bishop Savallis, for your cooperation, and please don't tell anyone about my visit. ”

The old bishop nodded in agreement, and the black dragon then turned the brass ring, changed back to the appearance of the young man, grinned at the old bishop sitting on the bed, and the figure flashed and disappeared in place.

The curtain moved in the wind, revealing the open window behind it, and it was only then that Bishop Savallis understood how the Black Dragon Grand Duke had entered.

Walking slowly to the bed, he looked at the moon that was already shrouded in clouds before closing the window, sighed, and then closed the window.

............

In the evening, having tossed the inn's 'dinner' – a piece of brown bread and a glass of water – into his stomach, Cervantes returned to his cramped, gloomy room and sat on the edge of his bed waiting for nightfall.

He planned to go to the Uptown City tonight to take a look, the plague could not have spread so fast, and the plague was probably spreading among the population long before he knew it.

I have to say that the way of transmission of this plague is really terrifying!

You don't even need to think too much, just let a nobleman bring the plague into the gold cave, and after one night, a few people will be infected with the plague, and in another day, the entire people in the gold cave will almost be infected, and at night, these people who are infected with the plague but don't know it will infect those nobles again.

If the banquets of the nobles had been held more frequently during this period, perhaps in ten days and half a month, the plague would have set off a great panic.

Because the nobles had money, they were able to find the priests to expel the plague from themselves, but by this time, the plague had already spread and could not be curbed at all.

Even the people of the upper city will inevitably have to have some necessary communication with the people of the lower city, and Gordon is a commercial city, and soon, the plague will be carried out and spread to the whole country, and even to the surrounding countries.

Of course, Cervantes would have stopped all of this until then, because Serra didn't like to see that happen, so he would have dealt with the plague before it spread.

Before leaving, he left a note in Bishop Savallis's room, informing him of all this, and he believed that the Bishop would do everything.

As soon as it was dark, Cervantes was already in the upper town.

At this time, the pine fire and whale oil lamps on the side of the road had just been lit.

The car was familiar with the road and found the location of the 'Pinjin Cave', and his eyes searched casually, and soon found the two familiar carriages.

As a dragon, he has an extraordinary memory, and if he deliberately remembers, he can even remember it.

Presumably, their master has entered the 'Golden Cave'!

With a confident smile, Cervantes slowly approached the two carriages, where the two coachmen were chatting, but the guards standing beside the carriages were bored.

“...... Have you changed the guards around you?" the coachman of Count De Clid looked back at the guards standing on the side, and looked at the unsmiling faces, and was a little surprised, "Aren't they a little too boring like this?" ”

"Extraordinary times...... "The Marquis de Tour's coachman replied casually, he was now accustomed to the posture of the guards.

"It's your lord—"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the two coachmen sat down and took up the reins, as their master was walking out of the great courtyard with an ugly face.

"Go back!"

Their master ordered at the same time, and they had no suspicion, even though they had seen a number of people pouring out of the courtyard.

With a wave of the reins, the two carriages turned in opposite directions and left the place first, leaving behind the nobles who had either walked briskly onto the carriage and shouted to go back, or stood in front of the gate and yelled.

Cervantes crouched on a roof not far away, looking thoughtfully at the big courtyard that had become noisy.

He heard it clearly, someone was dead there!

While examining the dead man's body to see if he had been poisoned, he accidentally discovered the plague in his body......

Is it a coincidence? or is it deliberate?

Turning his head to glance at the two carriages that were moving away quickly, Cervantes suddenly felt that there were more and more 'things' going on in the city.